Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems
|42.||The Nizam’s Daughter||4/12/2010|
|43.||The Oriental Nosegay. By Pickersgill||4/12/2010|
|47.||The Power Of Words||1/1/2004|
|49.||The Reply Of The Fountain||4/12/2010|
|50.||The Ruined Cottage||4/12/2010|
|51.||The Rush-Bearing At Ambleside||4/12/2010|
|53.||The Sheperd Boy||4/12/2010|
|54.||The Soldier's Funeral||4/12/2010|
|55.||The Soldier's Grave||4/12/2010|
|56.||The Sultana's Remonstrance||4/12/2010|
|57.||The Troubadour. Canto 1||4/12/2010|
|58.||The Troubadour. Canto 2||4/12/2010|
|59.||The Troubadour. Canto 3||4/12/2010|
|60.||The Troubadour. Canto 4||4/12/2010|
|62.||Thoughts Of Christmas-Day In India||4/12/2010|
|63.||To Olinthus Gregory, On Hearing Of The Death Of His Eldest Son, Who Was Drowned As He Was Returning By Water To His Father’s House At Woolrich||4/12/2010|
Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair,
And gaze upon her smile;
Seem as you drank the very air
Her breath perfumed the while:
And wake for her the gifted line,
That wild and witching lay,
And swear your heart is as a shrine,
That only owns her sway.
'Tis well: I am revenged at last,—
Mark you that scornful cheek,—
The eye averted as you pass'd,
Spoke more than words could speak.
Ay, now by all the bitter tears
That I have shed for thee,—
The racking doubts, the burning fears,—
Avenged they ...
The Power Of Words
'Tis a strange mystery, the power of words!
Life is in them, and death. A word can send
The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek.
Hurrying with many meanings; or can turn
The current cold and deadly to the heart.
Anger and fear are in them; grief and joy
Are on their sound; yet slight, impalpable:--
A word is but a breath of passing air.